Ode to my Poetry Assignment: An Ars Poetica

The blank word document
stares back at me,
the white screen glares,
and my mind goes empty.
What is there to fear in a poem?
It can’t bite …
It haunts my brain as




I wander through



The internet.



Turn on the mp3 player.



Music echoes





through my ears.



A sliver of nothing.



Where art thou,




Inspiration?

Class ends in 10 minutes,
time to panic.
Everything spills out,
The page fills up
To describe
the symptoms




of






Writers block.





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TheseEyesThatSeeTheWorld This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 4, 2009 at 4:20 pm
Exactly what I feel like when I get writer's block!
Your style is something to be envious of.
 
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